Tag: Halloween

• footsteps in the dark

  Several years ago, I was laying in bed, trying to fall asleep. It was late, almost morning, when I heard it. Well, I think I heard it. What sounded like a footstep in my room. My door was barely closed, and with my back turned to the noise, I imagined all sorts of scenarios as to…

  bricejohnson

  October 31, 2016

  Poet’s Perspective, Stuff of the Earth

  Halloween

• your hand in mine

  

  It wasn’t my first time through a haunted house. It was Halloween weekend and some friends and I had decided to visit a local scare house, one that promised to scare our socks off, if we followed the course, of course. We walked past caged monsters and shrieking zombies, mummies with searching arms and mazes…

  bricejohnson

  June 24, 2014

  From the Theologian’s Chair, Poet’s Perspective, Social Commentary

  anxiety, Christianity, comfort, fear, God, Halloween, hands, haunted house, Jesus, peace, sherlock holmes

• trickers and treats

  I never went trick-or-treating as a kid. My parents were convinced that it was the Devil’s own day and the sure-fire sign that Jesus was coming back soon. When I was young, my mom would tell me there were demons running around the neighborhood, going door to door. I would nervously peek out the blinds…

  bricejohnson

  November 8, 2012

  From the Theologian’s Chair, Social Commentary, Stuff of the Earth

  candy, Christianity, Faith, Friendship, Halloween, holiday, identity, Jesus, mask